The Soldier King Becomes a Useless Little Girl-Chapter 814 - 812: Taoyao Pavilion’s Buns

Xin Lin examined closely and confirmed that the knives at the waists of the grandfather and grandson were indeed kitchen knives. The blades were about half a finger wide, not made from ordinary gray iron but crafted from a special mineral called Golden Stone. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

This type of mineral knife, Xin Lin had previously seen on Master Ji, but it was merely a Bone Cutting Knife.

It was just a small one, and Master Ji only used it for dealing with third-level or above Xuan Spirit Beasts, cherishing it greatly in everyday life.

It’s said that this knife can cut a hair with the slightest touch. Moreover, when peeling and deboning, it doesn’t leave a trace of blood.

When Master Ji passed away, the owner decided to bury him with that Golden Stone Blade.

At that time, Master Ji once mentioned that a Golden Stone Blade was particularly hard to craft and quite valuable.

Only Spiritual Delicacy Masters above the master level could own a Golden Stone Blade.

This shows how rare Golden Stone Blades are.

Yet, the grandfather and grandson each had two Golden Stone Blades.

And each knife weighed at least twenty pounds.

The elder was one thing, being tall and robust, exuding strength with every step, clearly a formidable Martial Artist.

But that little one... Two knives, weighing over forty pounds in total, how could she wield them?

Curious, Xin Lin took another look at them.

Fortunately, the grandfather and grandson pair were accustomed to the attention they received from all around.

In Purple Cloud City, there were many Martial Artists, and many entrants carried weapons.

However, there were few who used kitchen knives as weapons.

Many passersby had noticed this grandfather and grandson pair.

"Selling buns, Spiritual Longevity Peach Buns from Taoyao Pavilion, on grand opening promotion, not tasty, not charged."

Just as Xin Lin was observing the duo, she heard a call from a vendor.

Several workers were handing out buns along the street.

"Grandpa, they’re giving out buns ahead, let’s go check it out."

The little girl, travelling the road, was picky with food, often complaining about ingredients not being fresh or the skills of Spiritual Delicacy Masters lacking, frequently going hungry.

Upon hearing there were buns to eat, she quickly ran over.

Seeing this, the elder sighed.

"Taoyao Pavilion, isn’t that Ji Lan’s Spiritual Food Restaurant? I heard he met with misfortune. How come his restaurant is selling buns now?"

The elder muttered.

For Spiritual Delicacy Masters, especially well-known ones, they disdained making small pastries and would usually leave it to the Assistant Chefs.

This is also why, previously, when Emperor Longteng’s birthday banquet required special Spiritual Delicacy Masters to make pastry buns, though the city’s Spiritual Delicacy Masters wanted to take the job, none took it up.

Excellence comes from diligence, decay from idleness.

Emperor Longteng’s Longevity Buns naturally couldn’t be handled by Assistant Chefs, but doing it themselves seemed overqualified. One misstep and it could lead to trouble.

So, in the end, this task fell to Xin Lin.

Equally surprised was Xin Lin.

Taoyao Pavilion selling buns?

So, it was him.

Xin Lin’s eyes deepened. She thought a new bun shop had sprung up from nowhere, never expecting it to be Taoyao Pavilion.

She even owned a thirty percent share of Taoyao Pavilion.

This matter, the owner never mentioned before, as Taoyao Pavilion mainly operated at night.

It goes without saying, this must be related to the newly arrived Head Chef, Yang Su.

Xin Lin smirked coldly in her heart, following the grandfather and grandson forward.

She wanted to see what was so extraordinary about the buns Yang Su made.